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Dearest Mother:-
From now on my letters will be short but I hope I can make them as concise
and crowd enough into them as possible. We are very busy and although we
are settled for a while we are still on the go. Our mail is censored by
our own officers and the shorter they are the easier it is for them. We
are camped in a beautiful valley and brought the sunshine right along. The
weather is ideal and the first nice weather since the war started, they
say. We had it pretty hard on the way here. That is hiking and swinging
our heavy packs and contrary to the verdict of the Regular Army M.D.'s my
heart still beats and I never feel badly at all. Furthermore, I am here in
France, and they are still in the U.S. Our days are filled with witnessing
new and strange sights and the more we see of the French the better we
like them. They surely are a patient hard working people and come more
than half way to meet us every time. It is hard luck you think that I
didn't get home before I sailed, I suppose.
Well, Mother, Hump and I have been getting a meal now and then from an old
woman here and she can speak fairly good English, if you could hear some
of the things she has experienced you would think it was easy for us to
sacrifice a little to help them out. They are fairly staking everything on
Uncle Sam and want to hear everything about America. Near where we are
encamped there is an old church which was built in 1619. We explored the
whole thing. How is everybody? It won't be long now before we have old
"Fritz" on the run and then think of the time we'll have. Oh you fatted
calf! I haven't run across any of my fighting cousins as yet, but this
country isn't so big. I hope you have heard from me before this because I
don't want you to be worried or anxious about me, mother dear. If anyone
inquires as to how I like it tell them I couldn't be content anyplace
else. Love to all from
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